Miss my mouth the way it was
The IV drip, it sounds like home
A dozen pills don't clear that drain
And memories hurt like they never should
Keeping track of all my scars
Journaling my bruises past as they fade
It's been so long since I didn't limp or stutter
Broken spirit, broken bones
Some won't ever heal
Will you cut your murder teeth on me
Connect the dots between the cuts
Mercurochrome the swollen ones
Cotton swabs don't lie, soaked in ruby dye
Not sure how I can stand the smell of blood another day
Will you cut your murder teeth on me
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